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Bullz-Eye.com reveals its guilty pleasures!

You get a call from one of your buddies. He tells you that the boys are going to a bar with two-dollar beers and mud wrestling. You tell him that you’ve been battling a wicked stomach virus all day, and that you’ll just have to sit this one out. But you don’t have a stomach virus. In fact, you’ve got a beer of your own in your hand. You just don’t want to go out because there’s ice skating on TV.

Guilty pleasures. We’ve all got ’em. If you don’t have ’em, then you’re either not human or, worse, boring. We at Bullz-Eye have bared our souls for the world to see, revealing the movies, TV shows and music that make us giddy. When no one is looking, of course.

A few examples:

Movies:

The Long Kiss Goodnight (1996)
The director, Renny Harlin, was once dubbed the Finnish Steven Spielberg, but was in fact a Hacky McHacksterpants in disguise. Actioneer Shane Black was the most overpaid screenwriter in the ‘90s not named Joe Eszterhas. Put the two together, and it’s like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup: neither the chocolate nor the peanut butter is any good, but damn, do they taste great together. Sure, there’s a scene where Geena Davis laces up ice skates, skates across a pond and blows up a car in about 30 seconds’ time, and there’s another scene where Davis and Samuel L. Jackson outrun the slowest fireball in movie history. But the movie’s greatness lies in its supporting cast. Craig Bierko (“Cinderella Man,” “Scary Movie 4”) is the baddie, and the ever-reliable David Morse is Davis’ “fiancé,” but everyone from Davis on down bows before the great Brian Cox as Davis’ handler. His speech about a cleanliness-obsessed dog is one for the ages, as is Jackson’s use of Muddy Waters’ “I’m a Man” as a memory device. And just try not singing England Dan & John Ford Coley’s “Really Love to See You Tonight” when the credits roll. It’s sublimely bad/good, though I’m still not sure if chefs really do that. – David Medsker, Senior Editor

TV:

Next (MTV)
I’m first to rail against MTV for having ceded the definition “M” in their name from “music” to “more reality-based crap than you can shake a stick at,” but there’s something about this dating show that causes me to stop each and every time I happen upon it. I’d like to tell you it’s because a lot of episodes feature lesbians…and, sure, that is part of it…but it’s mostly because I’m in awe of the way so many of the contestants act. My God, they’re awful! If you’re in a committed relationship at the moment and you’re unsure as to whether or not you’ve made the right decision, just tune in to a few episodes of “Next,” and you’ll stay right where you are, because, good lord, man, do you really want to leap back into the fray and date egotistical idiots and brain-dead jackanapes like these? – Will Harris, Associate Editor

Check out all our lists here.

Goodbye Dupree, Little Man

Despite the miserable selection of films from last Friday, this weekend’s releases offer something for everybody including a scary children’s flick (“Monster House“), a fantasy thriller (“Lady in the Water“), a superhero cheesefest (“My Super Ex-Girlfriend“) and a scabrous comedy (“Clerks 2“). Of course, while all of these films seem poised to take home top honors after opening weekend, there’s still the big bad “Pirates” sequel to worry about. Will Johnny Depp and Co. win first place for a third week in a row, or can one of the four new films finally bump the swashbuckling actioneer off its throne?

From gay cowboy to maniac supervillain

It’s official! Well, sort of.

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“A very trusted source” over at Latino Review has confirmed that Heath Ledger was offered the role of The Joker in the sequel to “Batman Begins.”

The rumor comes courtesy of the same guys who delivered the first scoop about Brandon Routh winning the role of Superman before anyone else, and I must say, it’s a very interesting casting decision. Ledger is a much younger actor (as I’m sure director Christopher Nolan was hoping for), and he’s got both the talent and the smile to deliver the goods. But is it true? I guess we’ll just have to wait around to find out…

Box Office Roundup: Ooooooh, Johnny Johnny Johnny

(Anyone besides the Mayor of Simpleton get that joke? Didn’t think so. Sigh.)

Based on Sunday’s estimates, courtesy of boxofficemojo.com:

1) Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest: $62.2 million ($258.2 million, second week)
All thing’s considered, a 50% dropoff in your second week isn’t bad when your movie still takes in $62 million. So when’s the point where people realize, “Man, that movie wasn’t any good”?
2) Little Man: $21.7 million (first week)
There’s a guy in my fantasy baseball league who named his team the Baby Face Finsters. He is not amused by this abominable misappropriation of his mascot.
3) You, Me and Dupree: $21.3 million (first week)
Eventually, a series of shots of Kate Husdon wearing those skin-tight tangas will hit the Web. Download those instead.
4) Superman Returns: $11.6 million ($163.6 million, third week)
That giant thud you just felt was the hopes of the Warner Brothers brass being able to hide the losses of “Poseidon” with the receipts from “Superman Returns” crashing to the ground. Get your resumes ready, WBers. And don’t even think about looking for a job at Paramount.
5) The Devil Wears Prada: $10.5 million ($83.6 million, third week)
Making as much money as “Superman Returns,” at only a seventh of the price. You read that right: “Prada” cost one-seventh as much as “Superman.” Meryl rulz.

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